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The WEIRDness of Experimental Music: The Reproduction of In/Difference

November 19, 202513-15 minutes read

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Andrew Choate

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Introduction

It begins in a church somewhere in northern Europe. The pews are full of quiet people in black coats; the lights are low. A few minutes before the performance, the air seems to change temperature. A sine tone begins, barely audible at first, a thin filament of sound trembling against the architecture. No one moves. A man coughs, someone’s coat rustles, and the small noises carry a disproportionate weight. Ninety minutes later, the piece ends as imperceptibly as it began, and the audience exhales - slowly, reverently, as if the act of listening itself were a test they had passed.

Scenes like this define the global circuit of experimental music today. They occur in Oslo, Kraków, Huddersfield, The Hague, Montreal and Los Angeles; they sound different but feel remarkably similar. Experimental music, the art form that once prided itself on rupture and resistance, now operates within a strangely predictable grammar of presentation and reception. Festivals, labels and institutions trade in the rhetoric of risk, but what circulates is a carefully calibrated difference: slow, minimal, precise, ascetic. Across line-ups, reviewers and audiences, the same constellation of names reappears, revealing an aesthetic economy more akin to a professional class than an avant-garde.

This is not the fault of any single artist. It is the outcome of a broader condition – the WEIRD condition.
In a company it is disturbing when a deaf man is present who cannot hear what the others say and nevertheless takes part in the conversation, inasmuch as he is to be heard transforming the talk of the others into nonsense; but a believer is likewise a deaf man. Søren Kierkegaard

The Cognitive Template

How weird is it, really? Photo by the author.
How weird is it, really? Photo by the author.
Joseph Henrich’s 2020 book The WEIRDest People in the World offers an illuminating framework. WEIRD—Western, Educated, Industrialized, Rich, Democratic—refers to populations whose psychological tendencies diverge sharply from most of the world’s. WEIRD individuals tend toward abstraction, linear reasoning, individual moral autonomy and comfort within formal systems. What Henrich describes as a cognitive orientation—toward analysis, isolation and interiority—has also become an aesthetic one.

Experimental music, as practiced and valorized in much of the Euro-American sphere, embodies precisely these traits. Its key virtues (discipline, attention, control, subtlety) mirror the cognitive habits of WEIRD culture. This does not make the music less beautiful or profound, but it does make its radicality suspect. What looks like experimentation may, in fact, be the sonic expression of a highly local, highly institutionalized mode of thinking and listening.

The Canon and Its Circulation

Consider a few prominent series and venues: The Venice Biennale, Monday Evening Concerts (Los Angeles), Big Ears (Knoxville), Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival, Rewire (The Hague), Ultima (Oslo), Tectonics (Glasgow,), Unsound (Kraków and beyond). Across these spaces, a small constellation of names recurs: Michael Pisaro-Liu, Kali Malone, Laurie Anderson, Julius Eastman, William Basinski, Éliane Radigue, Steve Roden, Lawrence English and their immediate collaborators. The festival programs shift in typography and venue, but the line-up logic remains consistent: slow and over-canonized1 music for focused listeners, a calibrated austerity, a moral undertone of seriousness.

The network reinforces itself like a monastery of refined ascetics, each generation learning patience and control. Entry demands fluency in its codes: describing a drone as “site-specific,” interpreting silence as density, hearing slowness as moral gravity. The canon reproduces itself through recognition rather than exclusion: difference is permitted only if it conforms.

The pattern extends to labels and curators. Another Timbre (UK), Erstwhile (US), and Edition Wandelweiser (Germany) share a pool of overlapping artists and aesthetics and even press photographers. A record that might have appeared on LINE in 2014 could appear on Another Timbre in 2025 with only minor shifts in packaging and provenance. What began as a loose network of radical outsiders has matured into a circuit of mutual validation – a social machine for producing and preserving a particular style of thought.
Grease anyone? Photo by the author.
Grease anyone? Photo by the author.

Individualism as Sonic Theology & WEIRD Structures of Feeling

Henrich traces WEIRD psychology to the breakdown of kinship structures in medieval Europe, which displaced collective moral systems with individual conscience. The resulting “moralized self” became the unit of thought and faith, a shift that also underwrites the modern concept of the artist. Experimental music inherits this tradition wholesale. The composer or performer is not merely a craftsperson but a moral agent: autonomous, reflective, self-determining.

Even the ensemble or improvising group often enacts individualism through collectivity. In many Western improvisation scenes, each musician’s task is to assert identity within a texture without dominating it, self-expression moderated by restraint. The result is a sonically encoded social contract: difference without friction, cooperation without dependency. It is the musical equivalent of liberal pluralism, where all voices are free and equal so long as they remain decorous.

Consider a Kali Malone performance at Huddersfield or Tectonics. The sound, slowly modulating organ tones, calibrated with mathematical precision, demands a kind of devotional patience. The musicians appear absorbed, nearly immobile, each gesture an act of ethical attention. To the WEIRD listener, this restraint reads as virtue: self-control as artistry, minimal motion as transcendence. The piece becomes a sonic parable of individual conscience: quiet, moral, pure.

The language surrounding this music reinforces its moral dimension. Reviews in The Wire, Pitchfork, Bandcamp and festival programs lean heavily on words like attention, intention, presence, discipline. Listening becomes a moral test, a ritual purification of the distracted modern self2. Venues (museums, churches, architectural heritage sites) frame the act as quasi-sacred. A listener who coughs during a quiet passage risks social exile.

This mode of listening is not universal; it is a cultural luxury. The capacity to devote two hours to silence and sub-audibility presupposes temporal and economic freedom. Listening patiently is a classed behaviour. The canon’s aesthetic virtues (subtlety, patience, refinement) are also social virtues of the WEIRD upper middle class. To listen “well” is to perform composure; to make “difficult” music is to demonstrate discipline.

Failure, too, is moralized. When a piece falters or feels flat, it is not because risk was genuine, but because it was insufficiently managed. The system rewards precision over chaos, control over vulnerability. This avant-garde becomes a space for controlled risk—danger aestheticized and domesticated. The music of the canonized few (Steve Roden’s delicate, almost imperceptible soundscapes; Julius Eastman’s provocative minimalism framed within institutionalized retrospectives; Lawrence English’s rigorously structured drone; Laurie Anderson’s performative, narrative-driven experiments) illustrates this dynamic. Each artist’s work, repeatedly cited, programmed and reviewed, reinforces an aesthetic of careful, curated intensity: subtle, exacting and safely radical. Even when ostensibly experimental, these compositions are mediated through the expectations of recognition, the weight of precedent, and the moral grammar of attentiveness. Risk is less lived than codified; chaos is valuable only insofar as it is legible and comprehensible within the established network of taste. The result is a canon that signals moral and aesthetic distinction while containing the radical potential of unpredictability.
I ate it. Photo by the author.
I ate it. Photo by the author.

Historical Roots: From Cage to Wandelweiser

The WEIRD sensibility did not appear ex nihilo. Its genealogy can be traced through a century of avant-garde purification. John Cage’s 4’33” (1952) inaugurated listening as moral practice, turning the audience’s self-awareness into the site of the work. Fluxus expanded this into a social theatre of attention. And, by the 1990s, the Wandelweiser collective had refined Cage’s provocation into a sonic theology.

Composers like Pisaro-Liu, Antoine Beuger and Jürg Frey built entire œuvres around near-silence – each piece a meditation on duration and restraint. What began as resistance to musical saturation evolved into a culture of minimalist virtue. Performances often occurred in small halls or rural churches, with audiences of a few dozen – each participant bound by the shared etiquette of a monastic quietude.

This lineage helps explain why today’s experimental music can feel both radical and rule-bound. The Cagean question—what counts as music?—has been replaced by a subtler one: how quietly can music still count? In answering it, the field has perfected a style of listening that flatters WEIRD sensibilities while appearing globally neutral.

Balloon & Needle: A Counterpoint

Against this backdrop, collectives like South Korea’s Balloon & Needle suggest an alternate genealogy. Formed in Seoul in the early 2000s, the group emerged amid rapid urban change and minimal institutional support. Their music was recorded in shared studios, apartments and disused buildings. They improvised rather than composed, embracing accident and feedback. Performances were messy, social and loud: bodies moving through space, cables tangling, conversations bleeding into the mix. During the two performances I saw in Los Angeles more than a decade ago, slow amalgamations of sounds from non-musical objects built toward sudden, symphonic densities that arose from rhythm, texture and chance. I remember portable CD players turned on one by one, each with small objects affixed to them to exploit the sonic properties of the whirring. At one point, an amplifier was dragged down the stairs beside the audience’s seats, thudding along and bringing the act of sound-making physically close. Everything was simple and quotidian. As the objects and whirrs circulated, some fell off and had to be retrieved and “fixed.” The sounds accumulated so gradually that it was all at once that I realized a barrage of unusual sonics had crept in – straight into the unconscious.

Their recordings sound radically different from the Western canon’s slow austerity. Instead of sculpted stillness, one hears negotiation: microphones shoved toward an amp, someone laughing off-mic, a sudden drop as the power flickers. The music’s power lies in its contingency. It acknowledges the room, the city, the moment.

Balloon & Needle’s practice foregrounds relation rather than isolation. Authorship is collective, sometimes anonymous; albums appear without individual credits, emphasizing situation over personality. Where the WEIRD canon prizes interiority and refinement, Balloon & Needle prizes social friction. Theirs is experimentation not as moral posture but as lived improvisation – a way of being together in unstable space.
Counterpoint. Photo by the author.
Counterpoint. Photo by the author.

Institutional Taste, Virtue Hoarding & Aesthetics, and the Mirage of Risk

The institutions of WEIRD experimentalism (festivals, labels, residencies, arts councils) function as filters of legibility. Their curatorial logic favours the recognizable over the unknown. “Experimental” becomes a genre, its gestures repeatable and safe. To secure funding, an artist must articulate a clear concept: slowness, silence, perception, ecology, technology. The rhetoric of the grant mirrors the rhetoric of the review, which in turn mirrors music that has itself become rhetorical.

This feedback loop produces what might be called administrative radicalism: works that sound daring but behave bureaucratically. The surface may be unpredictable, but the structure beneath (festival schedule, artist bio, critical framing) remains unshaken.

Here Catherine Liu’s notion of virtue hoarding is indispensable. In Virtue Hoarders (2021), Liu describes how the professional-managerial class transforms moral virtue into symbolic capital: ethics become performance and refinement is proof of superiority. In experimental music, this logic manifests as aesthetic virtue-hoarding. Patience, attention, subtlety and restraint are not just artistic values – they are moral credentials distinguishing the WEIRD avant-garde from the vulgarity of commercial or populist sound.

To compose slow music about silence, or to perform a forty-minute drone with perfect stillness, is to signal belonging to a moralized elite: a community equating control with purity, refinement with righteousness. Festivals and residencies are not just platforms but temples of virtue display. Each act of “radical” listening functions as a certificate of ethical taste. The audience’s stillness, the artist’s humility, the curator’s seriousness – all circulate as signs of moral distinction.

This is why the same artists recur. Their presence reassures institutions they are on the right side of virtue, that the event remains within the parameters of moralized taste. Risk is ritualized, not lived; difference is preserved as brand identity. Liu’s framework exposes how the avant-garde’s performance of humility—the quiet, self-effacing tone of the composer in the black sweater—is also a performance of superiority, a bourgeois modesty weaponized into hierarchy.

Within this ecosystem, certain affects acquire moral status: patience, restraint, attentiveness. To sit through a ninety-minute drone in an unheated church is to enact virtue. The audience’s composure becomes part of the piece. Photos of such events (rows of motionless listeners bathed in amber light) circulate as proof of communal transcendence. But this transcendence is exclusionary, privileging those who can afford stillness.

Virtue-hoarding becomes an aesthetic economy. As Liu observes, the professional-managerial class converts ethics into cultural sophistication, thereby governing the listening culture. Serious listening displays class discipline; enduring the slow and subtle marks one as endowed with time, education and composure. In the WEIRD canon, sonic minimalism doubles as moral maximalism, every frequency resonating with ethical self-regard.

In this sense, the “radical” act of listening quietly becomes indistinguishable from the “virtuous” act of consuming responsibly. The WEIRD experimentalist and the ethical consumer share a fantasy: refinement equals redemption. To listen to Radigue is to detox from Spotify; to attend a Wandelweiser concert is to renounce the noise of capitalism – while remaining entirely within its structures of privilege.
What fresh air. Photo by the author.
What fresh air. Photo by the author.

Social Observation and Critique

One of the most striking features of the WEIRD experimental music ecosystem is how institutions and their personnel act as curators not just of sound but of moral and cultural capital. Festivals, residencies and grants amplify certain artists while rendering others invisible, creating an echo chamber in which virtue and prestige reinforce one another. In Catherine Liu’s terms, these institutions are mechanisms for virtue hoarding: they reward those who display sanctioned forms of attentiveness, patience and restraint, producing a feedback loop that converts aesthetic rigor into symbolic authority.

Consider curatorial statements: words like discipline, focus, attention, and intentionality appear repeatedly, not merely to describe sound but to morally qualify the artist and, by extension, the listener. A festival grant panel may not explicitly measure ethical comportment, but the implicit values of self-discipline, quietude and refined attention structure judgment. Artists are evaluated on their ability to maintain the canonical aesthetics' moral grammar; those who cannot, or operate outside it, are marginalized, regardless of originality or radicality.

Even audience behaviour becomes part of this system. The expectation of silent, prolonged listening functions as a form of class rehearsal: demonstrating time, patience and the ability to inhabit a space without distraction. Festival photographs, circulated online, reinforce the performative aspect of virtue: seated, composed, attentive listeners signal participation in a morally legible culture. The ritualistic dimension extends to professional writers and critics, whose commentary recycles familiar evaluative categories. “Exquisite attention to detail,” “deep listening,” or “virtuoso restraint” recur, signalling that moral and aesthetic sensibilities coincide.

The cumulative effect is that risk and radicalism are increasingly codified. Grant proposals, festival line-ups and label releases valorise predictability within the appearance of novelty. The avant-garde becomes, in Liu’s terms, a theatre of virtue hoarding: moral worth is inseparable from stylistic adherence, and navigating the aesthetic network successfully signals belonging to the professional-managerial class of experimental music. Innovation becomes less a disruption than a disciplined reiteration, rewarded insofar as it confirms the social and ethical hierarchies embedded in the WEIRD ecosystem.

Collectivity as Alternative Experimentation

Outside the WEIRD orbit, other models of experimentation proliferate. In Manila (Saguijo Café and Bar, Disquiet) DIY venues double as social clubs, where feedback and protest coexist. In small cities like Columbia, South Carolina people perform for each other, not an implied international authority. When artists use abandoned factories as living laboratories for collaborative sound, temporary utopias appear where power and hierarchy dissolve.

These contexts are not really utopian, but they foreground a different relation between sound and social life. Here, experimentation means vulnerability: dealing with unreliable equipment, unstable electricity, unpredictable audiences. Music is collective not by ideology but by necessity. It refuses the WEIRD ideal of perfection and thrives on adaptation.

In such spaces, Liu’s virtue-hoarding collapses: there is no moral capital to be gained from subtlety or self-restraint. Risk is not aestheticized but endured. “Jazztisms” take place where those on stage request the audience to pour drinks on their heads while the band plays. Noise becomes not a transgression but an ecology – a sign of life among people improvising their way through precarious systems.
Dessert pickle. Photo by the author.
Dessert pickle. Photo by the author.

Implications for the Future

Henrich’s framework reminds us that what feels universal is often provincial. The WEIRD cognitive style that valorizes individualism and abstraction has produced some of the most refined music of the last fifty years, yet it also narrows what counts as experiment.

If experimental music is to recover its radical potential, it should interrogate its infrastructures: Who gets residencies? Whose slowness is valorized, whose noise pathologized? Demographic diversity often masks aesthetic complacency and, as Liu notes, symbolic representation alone is insufficient: it doesn’t matter if the CEO of Pepsi is Indra Nooyi if the policies she advocates continue to disenfranchise. Similarly, programming a festival with a few “diverse” names cannot compensate for a system that privileges predictability, safety and pre-approved forms of experimentation. True risk requires structural as well as aesthetic courage. The challenge is not simply to diversify lineups but to diversify forms of relation: treating collaboration, improvisation and social contingency as aesthetic virtues rather than logistical compromises.

Coda: On Difference and Its Discontents

Perhaps the deeper paradox is that experimental music’s desire for purity, its cultivation of silence, stillness and refinement, mirrors the very modernity it imagines resisting. The WEIRD world longs for difference but only in digestible doses, like a minimalist gallery making difference safe through framing and white space.

Meanwhile, in basements, warehouses and living rooms across the globe, other experimentalities unfold: noisier, more relational, less legible to the curatorial gaze. These are not antidotes but reminders that experimentation once meant uncertainty: art as event, not product.

Liu teaches that the virtue hoarder clings to the fantasy of moral purity as the last defence of privilege. Much of the WEIRD avant-garde could be described in these terms. Its sonic asceticism, ritualized patience and endless self-discipline are not just aesthetic choices but defensive gestures, preserving moral and cultural superiority in an era of collapsing distinction.

If the field wants to stay alive, it might learn from the mess rather than the monastery. It might rediscover interpersonal noise and instrumental practice not as genre but as condition – the sound of systems cracking, of people listening to one another without the safety net of recognition. This includes attention to the instrument itself: not just virtuosity, but extended techniques and idiosyncratic manipulations that reveal deeply personal relationships to the materials of production.

It is because composers like Szilàrd Mezei (viola), Eve Risser (piano and flute), Ingrid Schmoliner (piano), Jean-Luc Guionnet (alto saxophone, pipe organ, electric organ, electronics), and Michaela Turcerová (alto and soprano saxophones, bass clarinet) have spent so much time playing their instruments that the music they compose is so extraordinary. By contrast, when I saw Michael Pisaro-Liu play an acoustic guitar in an improvised trio at Betalevel in Los Angeles a few years before the pandemic, he performed with the dexterity and conviction of a tranquilized grape. Then he dribbled rocks on the strings – neither profoundly intentional nor wildly chance-driven, just laissez-faire. He saved the worst for next. He slowly spun a record backwards on a turntable, almost like a satire on the deft adroitness of actual turntablists.

If you’re going to improvise, you have to be committed to knowing your instrument. That doesn’t mean conservatory training. Guanajuato/Los Angeles-based saxophonist Martín Escalante is completely self-taught, yet it’s obvious when you hear or see him that he is devoted to his instrument and to making music born of that integral relationship. Further engagement with the larger world of music and aesthetics is demonstrated by the fact that both Schmoliner (New Adits) and Guionnet (Entrelac) co-curate and co-produce their own festivals. Instead of formalists acting faithful to the already canonized, they’re busy promoting voices and practices not yet recognized.

Fans of experimental music need to ask themselves if they actually want to hear and be confronted by what they don’t know, or if they just want to be coddled and confirmed.


  1. I’ve written before about the problem of philiothority, see Possession, or, Love, Americanized. The problem seems to be getting worse, as a culture of obedient, applause-track fandom becomes pervasive, masquerading as critical engagement.↩︎
  2. See my article “Let’s Prego: AngelicA Secondi” for a more in depth critique of how the available discourse treats organists who foreground the instrument vs. those who foreground conceptualization.↩︎


  3. *This article is part of the project The Sonic Turn, co-financed by AFCN. The project does not necessarily represent the position of the Administration of the National Cultural Fund. AFCN is not responsible for the content of the project or the way its results may be used. These are entirely the responsibility of the funding beneficiary.
About the Author

Andrew Choate

Andrew Choate is the author of author of several books including "Stingray Clapping" and "Learning". He is the curator of The Unwrinkled Ear concert series in Los Angeles and "the world's foremost bollard photographer", according to Slate.

@Unwrinkled_Ear andrewchoate.us
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